thought experiment: let’s say the assignment in your progeny’s geography class is to make a map from your house to grandma’s house — a rough map, let’s say, composed of basic landmarks along the way. and let’s say that ALL the landmarks included in the map drawn by your offspring, fruit of your loins, were coffee-related establishments.

question is, would this be your fault? should you, as a parent of eclectic tastes (no, really!) be embarrassed? most disturbingly, is this cause for intervention by the department of social services?

… not that we frequent these establishments, really. but still, it would appear that they somehow register more strongly on the grade-school psyche than both bruster’s ice cream AND sophia’s house. this blog dearly hopes you do not tell anyone about this.

yep, hudson corners. these establishments are know to caedmon largely as ways to goad his dad. as in, “hey dad, can we stop at starbucks for a pumpkin latte?” gagging noises, etc.

mike raises a good point. my parents are also centrally responsible for my craze. their iced, homemade blender beverages were the first to blow my mind. later, it was the college gift of a tiny espresso machine that got me throwing down shots. crucial, formative stuff.

A primer

This blog isn't about espresso in a vacuum -- such milieus have their value and are listed below -- but about how sublime coffee collides with real life.